Chapter 34 #2
I stifled a laugh. “I think we’re well past the point of asking permission.”
He didn’t. Not at first. He just held me, breathing in, his heart drumming double-time against my chest. Then he did, a full and thorough taking, bruising and desperate and so real it hurt somewhere deep in the hollow of my chest. Osid’s fingers toyed with my waistband. “I love you,” he said.
He said it again, lips pressed to the socket behind my ear, a sound more animal than human, and then his hands were everywhere at once—pulling, kneading, like he could not get enough of my living body to prove to himself that I was really here with him, that we were still breathing air and no longer locked up in some mad Biwban’s tower.
I tried to answer him, but my brain had dissolved into static, his tongue tracing the line of my jaw, the unexpected pressure of his teeth on my neck tilting the universe sideways.
Instead, I fisted his hair, yanked back, bit his lip.
Kissing him with all the passion I’d been denying myself from the start.
I didn’t care if the only reason I was here was due to the machinations of some fucked-up alien research team.
I didn’t care about the blood pooling on the floor or the consequences of tomorrow.
I just wanted this man more than anything I’d craved before.
So I took him.
He tore at the zipper of my pants, and I laughed, short and wild, because I’d already started unfastening the straps of his breastplate, the cloth of his undershirt catching on his horns, so he had to jerk it off over his head.
Lifting myself up, I let him slide the jeans off me. “Tell me you want this,” he begged. “I can’t know what you’re thinking without the Tamagotchi. Tell me—”
I swallowed his worry with a kiss. There came the sound of my panties ripping, and he was inside me, every thick unforgiving ridge sheathing itself all the way to the hilt inside my heat. “Yes!” I cried out, grinding down on him.
Gold fangs ripped the front of my shirt as his hands slid up my back to unhook my bra.
My swollen breasts came bursting out, and his mouth was on them.
Hot and right and everything I needed as we moved together.
His tail came between us to flick against my clit each time he jerked his cock inside me.
His fingers sank into the meat of my ass, grinding down harder as I mewled his name.
The throne wasn’t big enough to comfortably thrust against him the way I wanted.
Osid must have realized this, and hoisted me up against him as he stood.
He crossed the room to a table filled high with maps and paperwork.
All of which went crashing to the floor before he bent me over the table and fucked me like a vengeful beast.
For a long while, nothing could be heard in the room aside from his harsh breaths against my ear and the intoxicating slap of his hips against my ass. I clawed at the table, the pleasure so intense tears pricked at my eyes.
I cried out, wanting to twist around and kiss him, but he pinned my wrists on the table and slowed his thrusts to grind deep against a spot that had me seeing stars.
“Take me,” he growled. “I’ll imprint this womb with my cock. I’ll keep you spread open like this until you can’t breathe without me. Take me, you wicked thing.”
“Yes!” I arched my back, eyes rolling when he thrust deeper.
The door opened. “Your Maje—”
“OUT,” he roared.
I didn’t know if the intruder heeded his request or not, but when his tail slipped between my thighs to suck the life from my clit, I found that I didn’t give one lick of a damn if we had an audience.
“I love you,” I moaned, as the pressure built. “I love you, Osid.”
“Again.” He flipped me over, and his strokes went from rough to tender. His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck as he pulled me forward until my forehead rested on his. “Say it again, please.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck to whisper in his ear. “I love you, I love you.” And then he was kissing me. Deep and starved like a heart that had been alone far too long. I felt the ache mirrored in my chest. I moaned against his lips, touching him everywhere I could. “I love you, I love you…”
Soon I shuddered against him; the orgasm swept through me in rolling waves that had me bucking against him. I felt my walls squeeze tight before he broke on a whimper. I felt him swell inside me and spill his seed in desperate thrusts.
He released me to lie on the table and sank between my legs to kiss along my thighs. Cold air nipped at my skin, and I moaned as his warm hands caressed along my body.
“I’ll be good to you,” he said against my thigh. “Fleets, jewels, land. I’ll conquer this world in your name. Anything you want.”
There was an edge in his voice that made me sit up to look at him. “Osid?”
He didn’t look at me, just buried his face between my thighs to kiss the sensitive skin. “Anything,” he repeated. “Just promise me you’ll still be at my side come morning.”
I took hold of his face, heart wrenching at the pain etched in his eyes.
His hand came over my own as he leaned into my palm.
“I’ve never had this,” he began. “I’ve never had someone who would give a shit if I lived or died beyond what my end would mean for them.
If you grow to hate me again, if I do something wrong, just tell me, and I’ll—”
I kissed him. Then again and again until the body quivering against me finally uncoiled. “I promise.”
Later, we lay together on his bed after he’d spoken with Hakri, his newest advisor.
In the morning, we’d fly to Frittata to meet up with Lok and the others.
Outside the walls of Osid’s home, Thornward was a riot of celebration.
Every Singing Arrow rejoiced at the mere mention of Lok, let alone our new alliance with him.
Bloodcry banners were torn down and burned as men danced around the ashes.
Normally, I would have jumped at the chance to join the party.
But in that moment, when Osid kissed me under the soft candlelight, his arms wrapped around my back as if he could never hold me tight enough, the maddening feeling of being so deeply wanted was better than I could have ever imagined.
And for the rest of the night, we ignored the world outside to get lost together in the quiet.